The More Debris There Is The More

Also, Though Not Over-elderly, He Was Not Over-young.

Let Me Warn You, If You Start Chasing After Views, You'll Be Left Without Bread And Without Views.

It's Not My Job To Preach A Sermon. Art Is Anyhow A Homily. My Job Is To Speak In Living Images, Not In Arguments. I Must Exhibit Life Full-face, Not Discuss Life.

They Don’t Listen To Me, They Don’t Hear Me, They Don’t See Me.

This Was Not The Old Chichikov. This Was Some Wreckage Of The Old Chichikov. The Inner State Of His Soul Might Be Compared To A Demolished Building, Which Has Been Demolished So That From It A New One Could Be Built; But The New One Has Not Been Started Yet, Because The Infinitive Plan Has Not Yet Come From The Architect And The Workers Are Left In Perplexity.